Modern Poetry of Flying 1
The posture is the same as before
It is still one bird flying with another bird
When escaping from the dust
, getting rid of the noise
, leaving behind the turmoil
, rushing into the sky 10,000 meters high
accompanying you all the way
It’s Yun Qingyan and Kong Ling
And Xin’er’s poems
Different from the past
This time I’m leaning on your shoulders
p>Close your eyes slowly
Modern poetry that opens my dream 2
Through the glass window
As soon as it rains There
The ivy on the roadside is the same as me
Looking forward to a color
A sound. Floating from afar
The cuckoo rises again
Clear melody
The sky is distant and clear
Life is like falling in a mirror Here, peaceful and quiet
Some flower stamens are expressing their feelings
Borrowing the wings of butterflies
Lightly stirring up the sadness of March
In spring, It becomes moist like this
Penetrating the past that persists
I know that at dawn
The light of blessing will circle around and around
Let a flower bloom so thoroughly
Sometimes, my happiness is a bunch of grass in the field
Standing in the rainy season in April
There will be wind, raise the hem of your skirt
The groundhog plays and sings softly
The sunset’s caring eyes kiss the cheek
The boundless smoke and The boundless moonlight
Shrouded in the returning migratory birds
The years bloom and bear fruit in leisurely
Looking back, the lingering winter snow
Traveling in the blue sky Full of proverbs
I'm waiting
Modern poetry 3 of flying with the help of a free wind
If the tide can stand, it will surely touch the sky
If the snow-capped mountains could lean down, they would surely kiss the waves
a
It is cold and the thoughts are clear.
Hide you in my breath. The tip of the nose is cool and the breath is warm.
Come, turn into a soft ball and lie in the palm of my hand.
The music has started, looking for you with the tip of my lips.
A tearful torch approaches infinitely, a flower opens gently, releasing softness.
b
Use the tip of your lips to ignite your body temperature. Fall into the spring of love instantly.
Lock the door at night and let the wind penetrate your chest. Who turns the pines into waves?
a
Lock the cold outside, leaving only one candlelight.
Come, my love. Spread gentleness and warmth into the wild waves.
Only sinking and floating, not breathing...
On the boundless seabed, there is a faint beam of light overhead.
b
I, working hard to peel myself off, quietly arrive at you. The resurgence of everything. The destruction of everything.
You, with the secrets in my body, wake up from my heart. The flight of fragrance is so long in reincarnation.
a
Plundering inch by inch, trembling inch by inch, burning inch by inch, and then spinning around.
The passionate cello penetrates everything and wraps everything up.
b
The sound of the piano pours out the most enchanting flower cup, overdrawing all imagination. Overdraw all energy.
The mountains submerged the ocean, and the moon came out of the sky.
Emit light, make sound, and implant love into the heart of spring. Dream, flowers are hanging all over the branches.
a
A seed shines in the fine sweat, whispers into a rhyme, and the petals dance.
With the sound of arrows piercing the sky, Yuehua retreated one after another.
Flowers bloom into dreams, and dreams spread little by little, overflowing with spring.
At this moment, besides lingering, I only have a gentler lingering.
b
Lingering. Moonlight wisteria holds out sparks. Come, love, come sing into my bones.
At midnight, time is swept away by longing, and the body heats up rapidly. You, give me a boiling point...
Like a spark extinguished. A murmur of ashes. Falling is rebirth.
I want to stop time and touch your face.
Your body temperature, how lonely it is.
Wind, wind is everywhere.
Breathing cannot penetrate.
The voice jumped in my heart, but it was stuck in my throat.
The skeleton of time shows undecipherable lines.
Then, silence.
Silence contains secrets that words can never express and reveal.
Like a grand yet quiet hug.
How graceful, how vast, until the end of words.
Like the wind walking into the wind. Like water soluble in water. Can't tell. It can only be kept secret.
I love your innocence and your city. My soul is burning wildly for you.
In my heart, there is a tiger sniffing the rose.
In my heart, there is a fierce horse galloping across the wilderness.
In my heart, there are snowflakes burning fiercely.
In my heart, everything is sinking in silence.
Please take me to another world.
Look at the last moment of destruction.
I choose to set off in the darkest and darkest night.
What cannot be said easily is the deepest love.
I miss you, naked. Dive down and gradually rise again.
This gentle weapon.
The smile that keeps the pain alive makes all the details beautiful.
Continue to go deeper and lock you inside my body with no exit.
Deep in the rapids, the sunshine is long-lasting and warm.
Going forward on the pole, the ripples are gentle and colorful.
Walking in with a pole, the sky is filled with water smoke and foggy veils.
Finally, arrive in flight.
Flying Modern Poetry 4
That lamp,
is so dazzling,
Even the eyes -
are timid. ;
That fire,
is so fierce,
Even steel——
can be melted by it!
However, the moth,
That small,
small white body,
the delicate downy body!
But able,
Brave,
Fearless,
Firm,
To——
That lamp,
That fire,
Pounce!
In an instant,
That little Yes,
The little white fluff!
Just like that——
Being annihilated by the flying soul...
However,
I saw,
In that brightly lit place,
Gradually,
Slowly,
A beautiful figure floated up——
Fairy Yunyi,
She smiled,
Smiling——
She went to the paradise she hoped for...
Tears
I,
also turned into a——
A white moth,
Slowly, < /p>
Slowly spreading its wings——
The seductive light...
However,
Right behind me,
p>
There were bursts of children——
Heart-wrenching cries,
The married husband——
The cry of grief!
I,
Stay in——
In the torment of home and fire,
Haggard, haggard...
I,
am not worthy -
To be comparable to that gentle and brave,
White Velvet Fairy!
My soul,
can only be here——
In the rain of sorrow:
Painful relief,
< p> Relief of pain... Modern Poetry of Flying 5Waterfowl flying in the soul
Evolution of Chevrolet's collaboration
Fighting for such a time and space
Language finally struggles in the desert
I want your confession to stand up
The noble of the night
But I was shot by the gun of the shadow< /p>
I don’t know if my eyelashes are stained by the morning sun
But I’m waiting here for Lu Bai
To a pure swan goose
Tell me about the falling moon Ningyi
If there was no penetration at this moment
There would be no mottledness at that moment
The fighting madness
Have seen the beacon fire left behind The inkstone I live in
The wine glass of this life
I don’t know where to sprinkle it
Wash a lotus leaf in my snow suit for myself
< p> The real gold and silver sold by the final confessionThe white birch that fulfilled my life
Who still understands the thick dust between heaven and earth
It is made in a shallow way The little gown of dreams
Sleeping on absurdity and truth
Slowly crossing the line between the sun and the moon
Seeing each other's lingering shadows
< p> It’s not the naivety of the shaved hair in lifeThe succession of those thunderbolts
The fermentation without threads
Growing into yesterday’s sailing
Today’s Dai Meng
No one has ever given in in life
Like a Buddha being raised by a shrine
It is the secular world arranged under the holy lake
A rainbow decorated with flower branches
The Yin Ruins of King Zhou have long since disappeared
Please let the lonely Yanbai
The palms of my hands are no longer gentle
Let me tell you
The dust and smoke falling from the emerald territory above my head
The thin rain curtain
< p> Modern poems that cover the unique traces of the past flying 6A bird is flying, flying over the stream
The shadow of the bird flows out...a small ball of fire
In spring, under the wings
Flashing left and right
I watched it quietly, flying south
In the flowing green , along with love
Bringing color and singing
How like me, my longing
Follow it...Looking around a peach blossom tree
p>
Wandering around and around, waiting for you
Bringing sunshine
◎The spring breeze is slightly drunk
A gust of wind from the south, The carnival breeze
The rape blossoms are rolling... I am sitting on the slope of Asakusa
, looking forward to a white cloud
Bringing your news< /p>
Time is vast, the spring breeze is slightly drunk
The butterfly in my body is very beautiful
I am reading in the spring field
Ten Thousand Planting flowers
The green wind touches my shoulders
Make me light... I smell the faint smell of grass
Waiting for you to bring it Sweet details
Trembling in a dream
◎I want you to fly like a bird
The wind brings comfort, let go of your imagination
Walking around...the vast expanses of green
It is being laid out, and the mountain flowers are blooming
My eyes ignite one flower after another
Think more of these flowers, swaying on your fingertips
.
Today is your birthday
I am weaving quietly in the river of time
A spring of love
I want you to fly like a bird, we< /p>
Place a red candle under a tree full of peach blossoms
Gentle eyes look at each other, your smile
Like a modern poem of flowers blooming and flying 7
How beautiful
Dude Yangji in childhood
Running back and forth by the airport
Counting one after another
Plane
A beautiful young woman──
That is the mother who depends on each other for life
Looking at him from a distance
< p> So painful and anxiousHow handsome
The young Dudeyanki
Counting intently by the airport
One plane after another
That beautiful woman
is still so young
But the look in her eyes gazing at her son
is even more Pain and melancholy
How fit and handsome
The young Dudeyanki
Cheering at the airport
Counting and welcoming Sending off
One plane after another
Mother, obviously old
Although still beautiful
Looking at the ground with tears in her eyes Looking at my son
Heartbroken and lamenting
Look how pitiful this child is
I have been counting planes like this for 20 years
If not That sinful night
He should be able to build airplanes
One night 20 years ago
His father was very drunk
What happened later There was a fierce quarrel
Then brutal violence
It was the child who stepped forward
and hugged his father tightly
With a thunderous roar
The child fell heavily...
When the child finally woke up
Nothing was remembered in his mind< /p>
Just looking at the sky with attachment
Mumbling about the plane, flying...
I am divorced and have children
Moved near the airport
I accompany him every day to count the planes
I hope that one day a miracle will happen
But 20 years have passed
The God of Destiny did not favor him
He counted from seven to twenty-seven
He could only count to seven at most
Poor child, Mom is old
Mom can't keep you forever
Mom will die one day
Who will count the planes with you then
Let’s go on a trip
To that mysterious country in China
Of course we’ll go by plane
Let’s take a Boeing 757
Dude Yangji seemed to realize something
He opened his eyes wide with joy and bewilderment
Suddenly stretched out his powerful arms
He warmly greeted his mother Holding each other in their arms
In this way they flew across the ocean
Over the continuous mountains and plains
Finally flew to China
Flying to the dragon's Hometown
They visited the Forbidden City
, climbed the Great Wall
, visited the Terracotta Warriors
, and visited Tibet
They flew all over China
, visited all the famous places of interest
, and finally settled in Guangzhou
and stayed at the White Swan Hotel
The mother was already exhausted.
As soon as I lay down, I never thought about it again
Dude Yangji was even more energetic
Leaning on the railing alone, overlooking the beautiful night scene
Thousands of thoughts were in my mind
Thoughts and thoughts are connected to "flying"
It seems to have golden wings
You can fly freely
At this time, a plane pierced the night sky
The deafening roar continued for a long time
He felt the call of mysterious destiny
It flew into the night sky with a long whistle Go
Du De Yangji flew away like this
This ended his happy life
My mother never got up from the bed again
Forever closing the beautiful eyes and flying modern poetry 8
When disaster strikes
Have you finished your homework at dawn?
Kind grandparents< /p>
Why in your slightly parted lips
I can no longer hear the sound of chanting Buddha and chanting sutras
This is what it should be
The warm season
Why is there heavy snow in the sky
It falls outside the winter
And the bunch of lilacs I picked
Who is going?
Continue to make offerings around the temple
When disaster strikes
Have you finished your early morning chores< /p>
Tired parents
Why is it in your clenched fist?
I can no longer smell it
The scent of earth and grass< /p>
This is supposed to be
The farming season
Why is there heavy snow in the sky
It falls outside of winter
And who can continue to hang the bunch of wicker sticks outside the tent door
When disaster strikes
< p>Have you started your morning reading at dawn?Diligent brothers and sisters
Why is it in your school bag?
I can no longer see it< /p>
Childlike longing
This should be
The season of germination
Why is there heavy snow in the sky
< p> Falling outside the winterAnd the bunch of spring greetings I picked up
Who can it bring
Modern poetry that brings the hope of spring 9
Leisurely time
Picking up the beauty of broken flowers
The charm of ink embedded in a piece of paper
The gentleness of opening the pen tip
p>
Walking through the broken locks of time
Letting the emotions fly
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The wind blows
The petals dance and the fragrance flows The ground is full of
Soft and whispering
The fragrance is all over the sky, the flowers are blooming and falling
The ground is full of sorrow and the sky is full of sorrow
The longing is lingering. Flower Rain
/
One flower withered, another flower bloomed
The green color interprets the beauty of May
And I am still intoxicated in the colorful spring
Intoxicated in love in the sea of ??roses
Holding on to a persistence, and the cloud of expectations
Bits and pieces Piece together with tiny bits and pieces
/
If I can really become a small flower in the next life
I would like to become an elegant plain flower
Quiet beauty is in the small square garden
Quiet beauty is in your heart
Watch for a piece of silence, watch for a piece of tranquility
Quietly accompany you in sorrow, quietly accompany you in happiness
Always carry the original intention, look down on the prosperity, and stay together for the passing years.
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Listen, how melodious the singing of the wind is
The sound of rustling leaves is like a beautiful note
Full of tenderness, Full of joy
The birds are quiet, and the flowers smile and smile.
The lingering sound is lingering, and the fragrance is overflowing
Time flies, the years are beautiful, and it is quiet. Mood
The shallow words fall gently with the wind, finding a different kind of happiness.